Criminally Femmed Special Investigations; Undercover #0010

     

    Bud was excited as he drove the sturdy truck along closer to Phoenix, Arizona along a long stretch of emote highway; he had just unexpectedly received fresh instructions from his CIA dispatcher to make a sudden detour to make pick-ups of feminized sex-slaves. He was advised that these were not further CIA informant-man whores but actually forced-crossdressed harlots being genuinely traded via a criminal underworld trading ring. The new CIA recruit was buzzing with excited anticipation deep in his bones. Up to now he and his partner Belle had been engaged in criminal cases where they dealt with intercepting and meeting forced feminized men singularly or aon the rare occasion, as doubles. He chortled when he just realized that Belle easily recognized his enthusiasm in an otherwise dangerous and not so fluffy task set before them. Belle sarcastically quipped, “So Bud, now you'll finally see a gaggle full of girly-men..... your dream come true.” Bud merely grinned at the raw suggestive true comment. The pair had come a long way since their first day working together as a team and these days and in their new seedy assignment they were now comfortably down-to-earth with each other although still averting being openly pompous in conversation about their if not deep perverse fascination with the world of criminal forced feminization activities. Their regular police and once solid foundation with the FBI was a whole different ball-game in comparison to the very dark world they were being thrust into as not so eagerly desired roles as CIA operatives.

Just before daybreak Bud reached his destination for the past hour since being notified of the detour, he and Belle thoroughly went over their cover stories that their CIA dispatcher had hurriedly drilled at them. For safety reasons the Dominatrices had been let off from the rear of the truck a few blocks away. They were going to be picked up again later after Bud and Belle had completed their impromptu stop-off to receive a supposedly big cargo of destitute feminized girl-men from a small cell of sex-slaver operatives who ran a clandestine 'trading pit stop'. Typically the forced-feminized men at this location were blackmailed victims' either working as 'obliged' sex-objects to pay off illicitly-obtained criminal loans or to satisfy someone's vengeance against them or their spouse – arranged by organized crime gangs involved in the specialized lurid business.

The location Bud drove to was the loading dock of a warehouse in the city suburb's industrial district which was very deserted in the early morning hours. There were five men that appeared before Bud when he got out of the truck. Belle watched from the passenger seat of the truck. They were expected by their hosts; their covers as professional crooked feminized sex-slavers was full-proof. Two of the surly-looking men escorted Bud through the office area to see the 'Boss-man' as his minions referred to him. Everything next was a fast paced blur. Fortunately for Bud the CIA were very perceptive in picking him for his current role which at that very moment required him to not be astounded or shaken up. Bossman was seated behind a big desk in his office and two of his lieutenants were seated in opposite corners of the office too. The trio each had a feminized man-toy they were indulging in. The wretched man-whores were college-aged adults; their attire was similar – each looked like a 1970s go-go dancer. They had 60s hair-styled wigs and each had their shiny hot-pants pulled down at their thighs revealing pantyhose covered legs and panty-crotch bulges underneath. Both the lieutenants 'girls' were

bound, wrists behind them duct-taped high behind their backs. They were hand-gagged while they mewed, squirming as they sat on their oppressors' laps while being roughly and crudely manhandled. Meanwhile Bud played with a false smirk of admiration as he looked at Bossman gently poking his small erection into the ring-gagged mouth of his apparent pet feminized sex slave who was very teary-eyed and humiliated as his held head was rocked back and forth by Bossman. The lecherous criminal suddenly snapped his fingers and out of nowhere one of his minions pushed another feminized bound and gagged girly-man down at Bud's feet. Bud remained composed and faked an appreciative grin when Bossman uttered in an East European accent, something about Bud showing everyone what to do with sissy-virgins. May be it was luck, but at that very moment the sprinkler system above their heads went off – dousing everyone with sprays of water and forcing them all – wet-skinned sissy-slaves included, to flee the room with dampened prides.

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